Autumn

This is the time of year
when the leaves begin to change
when I long for summer's warmth
and all I loved has faded away.
I wake in the mornings
and yearn for sublime sunrise

It's the time of year when day just happens
almost as though unannounced,
with no grandiose declaration,
no orange skies or purple clouds
no way for morn to say "I've arrived!"
The skies just gradually turn bright...

It's that time where muted beauty abounds
endless trees seem to be freely painted
Winds cold breath carries cold, colors, scents
Endless drizzle from dreary skies brings
comfort in fireplaces, cozy couches, and hot chocolate....

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009